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Vol. v. no. 3j
The Hero.
The cannons all were silent, the bugle ceased to
sound,
And many a valiant warrior lay lifeless on the
ground;
For night had forced an armistice upon the
eager foes,
And all around was quietness, save where the
cry arose
From woundod and from dying, or when the
war horse neighed,
For man and beast alike had felt the keenness
of the blade.
And now a lonely maidki is searching o'er the
plain,
For she would find her lover, to kiss if he be
slain;
To tend his wounds if wounded, to bath his
aching bead;
And still she weeps, for much she fears he's
numbered with the dead.
For hours she wanders slowly, and looks at
every face,
Till, weary, sad, and foot-sore, she leaves the
horrid place.
But where, oh, whore's her hero? For his
country has he died ?
And was he foremost in the fight?the bravest
on his ride ?
She walked till nearly daybreak, in sad and
pensive mood,
When suddenly the lost one before the maiden
stood.
Joy! joy ! he had not perished! Ere was the
fight begun,
The owner of that gallant firm had turned
about and run!
HIRAM'S DUPLICITY.
The Mysterious Tracks in Mrs.
, Gurney's Flower Bed.
BY CHARLES R. HARKER.
"Yes," said Mr. Gurney to himself, as he
I walked down to the stable at sunrise, " I'll set
Hiram on the watch. It's a cwntemptiblething
to do, to be sure. But I will not be tortured in
this style any longer. I don't believe it, but I
want to find out for a certainty. And if there
is anything in it?if there is anything "?and
the speaker shut his lips u< pleasantly together.
Mr. Gurney, who had been married just two
vears. lived in a snug little place, named Cozy
i)ell, a few miles from the city. Hiram Nesbitt,
a friend of his boyhood, was his man-of-allwork,
and his nearest neighbor was a comrade
in the war, a handsome bachelor, Captain Kenrick.
How Mr. Gnrney first became jealous of
the captain he never knew. As he had a veiy
? lain face?and was keenly aware of it?peraps
it was when his pretty wife asked him,
laughingly, once, after a social gathering, why
he was born so homely, and why his eyes could
not have been as deep and dark as those of
Captain Kenrick. Perhaps it was when he
learned from Hiram that the gay captain had a
habit of dropping over to Cozy Dell when the
master of the place was absent. But, whenev? r
it was, Mr. Gurney was undoubtedly jealous.
^ Hiram, putting the little brown mare into tLe
buggy, noticed his employer's morose look, ai d
said, in a general way:
" You don't believe in lucky days, nor nothiq\
do ye, Mr. Gurney ? Now. my grandfather
\ wouidn t no more have gone a journey on a Fri*
day. *n he'd out his throat! Kinder funny, too,
1 o-siav is Friday, now, ain't it ?" .
: "I don't see anything very funny about it,"
\ said Mr. Gurney.* "But. before I start, I want
\ to talk with you a little, Hiram."
i "Yes," replied Hiram, expectantly, buckling
pn the reins.
Ji "Veil," resumed Mr. Gurney, somewhat
1 *' n^ervhuaiv, stroking tbe mare s arcnea necn,
"TlH tetf you what I want, Hiram?and it's a
fiver I.wouldn't ask of every man ; but you
amd I were boyg together."
J "Yes," reiterated Hiram, in a tone which said
'jth*t, for his part, he had no desire to deny the
.'charge.'
.' "And," oontinued Mr. Gurney, hurriedly.
{ "it I*because yon'll keep your "mouth shut
/ about ii\y asking a favor of you that I ask it.
t What I want you to do is tliis: After you drive \
/ me to the depot, you are to come straight back. |
and stay round here all day, till it's time for
you to come after me at night, and tell me who
comes and who goes. I>o you understand ?
You may work or not, as you please ; but stay
within sight of the house, keep your eyes open,
and tell me who comes and who goes. That's
all. Will yon do it?"
"Sartai'n," said Hiram, brisklv ; "I'd as lief s
not."
"Well, then." said Mr. Gurney, his brow
clearing up, " jump in. We shall barely catch
the train."
Hiram drove Mr. Gurney to the village, and
saw him off on the cars. "But wheD he came ?
back to the farm he brought with him a bottle .
full of poor whisky ; snd that bottle of poor
whisky kept Hiram Nesbitt stretched out, at
full length, and fast asleep, on the grass be- j
hind the hedge, from the middle of the fore- ;
noon till nearly nightfall.
Mrs. Gurney was a fair young blonde, with
limpid blue eyes and a skin which had once
been dazzling white, but was now a triile
browned. She had been a belle, and was still '
a beauty. She looked exceedingly attractive^*
she stood in the vine covered door way, gazing i
out over the fields, with the set tin" sun throwing
a halso round her fair, stately head.
"Can you see him?" said a strong, cheery j
voice behind her.
"Seejbim ! no. indeed !" replied Mrs. Gurney, ;
with a pretty air of vexation. " Where do you
suppose ho is ? Dear me, it's nearly sunset ! !
Katie, can you drive a horse?' continued Mrs. j
Gurney, sliortlv, turning to a buxom damsel i
who was her faithful handmaid, and, of necessity,
a companion as well.
" Oh," answered Katie, with an easy air of j
superiority in that direction, "certaiulyl can, j
Mrs. Gurney."
"You can?" said Mrs. Gnrnev, smiling; j
" well, I'm ashamed to s^v I can't. But. if you
can. I can go with yon, and we'll shut the house
up, and go to the "depot and meet Frank. It
would never do to let him walk home after his (
hot day in the city. As for Hiram, I am
alarmed about him*. No distance, nor bolts, j
nor bars, could have kept him from his dinner, i
aud he didn't come to that. There must be
something the matter with him. However,
there isjio time to lose. Will you go ?"
"Of course," replied Katie." "I'll go right
and put my hat on, and have the carriage up
here to the door before you're ready."
Fifteen minutes later. Cozy Dell was basking
in the rays of the sun. with 110 one about the
place save Hirara. still asleep behind the hedge.
But a human figure soon appeared on tlie quiet j
neene, a slouching figure with a weary gait. It 1
was a mm with a coarse, red beard, and coarse, ;
red, tangled hair, straying out from beneath a
well ventilated hat. He was a ragged, disreEutable
fellow?in a word a ''tramp"?and as '
e lounged up the path, staring about him, be
munched some food held in one grimy paw. ,
He shambled coolly up to the side of the cottage,
and knocked*. But. probably, he had a
well-grounded suspicion that the action would
prove an unnecessary exertion, for, without
waiting* for a response to his summons, he 1
stepped on the soft mold of the flower bed be- 1
neath the wiudow, and tried to raise the sash.
It was securely fastened. With a mumbled
oath, he cast his eyes toward the stable. The
door was wide open. His dusty face lighted.
His tired limbs seemed already to feel the restful
ease of new-mown hay. He .'stepped back
to the path, walked to the stable, looked warily 1
around him, and entered. Then, glancing
around, and seeing nothing he could conveniently
appropriate, lie climbed a ladder, gained
the top of the hay-mow, burrowed a hole in one
corner, and lay down with a satisfied grunt.
It whs well for him, perhaps, that he ensconced
himself so soon ; for hardly had he
passed from sight when there was a stir and a
confused muttering behind the hedge.
r Hiram's long naD was over. He rose slowly i
"* to his feet, and looked stupidly over the laud- j
cape.
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"This here's a pretty go?this is!" he grumbled.
" A'most sunset, too! I've kept watch
like the misclii f, I have! I wonder, uow, what
Gurney '11 say V"
With many misgivings, Hiram made his way
to the stable. lie went into ihe building,
came out. looked down the road, up at the
house, and then swore.
' Gone!" he ejaculated. "Gone, an' I don't
know where ! The little mare ain't here, an' I
don't know who's got her! Well. I might as
well look out for" a new place?I might! I
rather tliiuk this has fixed me! Howsumever
I want su'thin'to eat, an', what's more, I'm
goin' to hev it. Hollo!"
Hiram was going up to the side door of the
house when this exclamation escaped him.
There, uuder the window, he saw imprinted on
the yielding soil, a clear cut impression of a
man's boots. He stooped and examined the
foot mints. Evidently tbev greatlv interested
him
"Well," he soliloquized at length, standing
up and regarding the tracks in the earth like a
tipsy Robinson Crusoe; "well, there ain't but
one man round here as wears such narrerheeled,
stylish-looking boots as them. There
ain't no mistake about it,the feller as wore them
boots was Captain Kenrick ! An' the tracks
ain't more'n two hours old. He s been here,
then, an', cuss it all! I didn't see him. He's
probably gone off ridin' with Mrs. Gurney.
Now, there's no sense in my takin' the bread
an' butter out o' i*v mouth, an' six dollars a
week out o' my pocket, for uothin'. Here's the
evidence that Captain Kenrick has been here.
There's no dodgin' it. He made them tracks,
an' I shall tell Gurney that there's been one
visitor here to-day ; an' I shall tell him who it
was. 1 shall say the captain stood under the
wnider here a-talkin'?what in Moses was he
standin' here for if wasn't talkin"??a-talkin'
with Mrs. Gurney, an' she a-'eanin' out an'
wliisperin' an' lathn', an'?oh, I calkerlate I can
rix it up all right."
With a sudden remembrance that he was
hungry, Hiram went up to the door. Turning
the knob, he stepped back in wonder.
"Shet," he said, "an' locked! So Katie's
gone, too'r"
Hiram's face again grew perplexed. Here
was another problem to solve?and all on ac/vf
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' Katie's with her," he decided, promptly,
"an' the captain has been here, if he ain't
.vilh her now."
There remained but one more obstacle for
aim to clear from his path. It was past the
lime that he should have met Mr. Gurney at
the railway station. However, Hiram's miud
was of a highly ingenious turn.
"I'll pretend," he said, reflectively, "that the
cows broke into the lower corn-field, an1
tore down forty feet of fence, an' while I was
lixiu' it up, Mrs. Gurney went off with the
horse."
Hiram had no sooner invented this fiction
than he descried the carriage coming up the
road, and went down to the stable to receive
it with liia usual solemn, decorous countenance.
Just at dusk, as Hiram was rubbing the
little mare down, Air. Gurney came into
die stable. He, too, had seen the tr acks in
ihe little flower-bed, under the window, and
he knew that Hiram's broad sole3 never made
them.
" Well, Hiram," he said, with an air of carelessness,
" any visitors V"
Hira-u cleaned the card he was using, looked
.it it attentively, and said :
" I ruther guess there was ! I mther guess
you can see where Captain Kenrick stood in
under the sittiu'-rooin winder, a-talrun' with
Mrs. Gurney?he a-leanin' up against the viuler,
an' she a-leanin' out"
Mr Onrnov kcmvlftd darklv. If he himself
iiad not neon and examined the trampled floweroed,
he would have had suspicions that iiiram
was not. telling the truth, for his wife and
ivatie had already said that Iiiram had not
oeen seen around the premises during ihe
greater part of the day. As it was, he felt
like choking Hiram, kicking himself, and murdering
Captain Kenrick?but he dared not
think of his handsome young wife for a minute.
Without more words, Mr. Guruey walked
slowly up to the house, clenching his hands and
cursing m the dusk, while Hiram shut up the
stable, and went to the cow-yard about his milking,
congratulating himself on liis felicitous
imagination.
As the stable doors swung together, an unkempt^head
peered out over the edge of the haymow
; aud its owner, after satisfying himself
that lie was alone for the night, crawled back to
his nest, and, taking from his pocket a short,
clack pipe, he lighted it, settled back comfortably,
and began to smoke.
There was no caste 'at Cozy Dell. Mr. and
Mrs. Gurney, Hiram and Katie, all ate at the
same table?and either of the two servants
would have felt insulted if anymore aristocratic
mode of dining had been proposed.
" By the way," said Mr. Gurney, sipping
his tea, '"did you tell Captain Kenrick to-day
that I had concluded not to take that land.
Helen?"
"I tell him?" said Mrs. Gurney, with a
puzzled look. " I liaveu't seen hiiu since la6t
week."
" What!" Raid Mr. Gurney, lifting his eyebrows
; " I understood he had been over here
to-day."
He* glanced sharply at Hirain. but that
worthy's attention was wholly absorbed by a
large slice of cold beef.
" Whoever told you was mistaken," said
Mrs. Gurney, quietly, though her blue eyes
sparkled as she passed Katie a cup of tea. She
had seen the glance at Hiram, and was annoyed.
As for Hiram, he felt that ho was fast
being placed hi an uncomfortable jtosition, and,
without lifting his eyes from liis plate, he said,
doggedly:
' i s'pooe I told him that Captain Kenrick
was over here to-day. An' I s'pose, now, I saw
Captain Kenrick a-standin' under the sittinroom
winder."
"Indeed !" said Mrs. Gurney, cuttingly, "at
what time of the day did you see him trampling
down my dowers, pray ?"
Here was a dilemma for Hiram ; but it has
been mentioned that his mind was eminently
iuventive. He remembered the apparent freshness
of the tracks.
" I should judge," he replied, with delilierate
exactness?" I should judge it was live o'clock
in the afternoon."
" You have remarkably eyesight," said Mrs.
Gurney, smiling. " I think you said you were
down in the lower corn-field back of the house,
from before dinner till nearly sunset, repairing
a broken fence."
Ah. Hiram, there was a miserable pitfall you
had not thought of! It is absolutely necessary
to perfection in lying, it is said, that the liar
should have a good memory. This essential
qualification Hiram lacked; and, accordingly,
he grew very red in the face, and stammered
an indistinct reply, which Mr. Gurney cut short
by saying, coldly :
"It is of small consequence, or course,
whether Captain Kenrick has or has not
been here to-day. However, Helen, I noticed
that some one iias been trampling down your
liowers sadly, and, by the looks, I should say
recently."
Airs. Gurney flushed up. jBut at that instant
Katie gave a wild 6cream, jumping from her
chair, and nearly overturning the table.
"The barn! the barn!" she exclaimed,
pointing through the window. All eyes turned
in the direction indicated. The barn was on
lire!
Mr. Gurney and Hiram dashed out of the
house. The horses and the co?s were soon
driven to a safe distance, and when they were
running out the carriages the nearest neighbors
began to arrive. Captain Kenrick was just in
season to help remove a heavy wagon, and, as
he was pushing in the smoke behind it, his foot
struck something soft on the stable floor. He
stopped to examine the obstacle. Then he gave
a shout, and dragged out on the grass, away
from the heat of the flames, the body of a man.
He ^as ragged and dirty, with frowsy, red
hair, and repulsive even in death; for the
tramp's rambles along dusty roadsides were
stopped forever, and he was away on a journey
whose length is unknown to man. and whose
end is shrouded in uncertain shadows. Captain
Kenrick bent over him.
"His neck is broken," he said to the wondcri
lg group about him. "I hardly see how it
happened, unless he was on the mow and fell
to the floor, blinded by the smoke. He looks
like a tramp-well, well, if he isn't the same
fellow that my aunt gave a pair of my best
boots to this very afternoon! See. he has them
on new."
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AND PORT
BEAUFORT, S
Those standing by saw that the dead wan'
derer's feet were, indeed, encased in a pair
: of tine new boots. Mrs. Gurney, beside her
| husband, saw them, and said," pityingly, at
the same time giving Mr. Gurney a peculiar
glance:
" It was he, then, poor fellow, that trod down
my llower garden."
I Hiram saw them, and, shrinking back, said
I to himself : "Well, if that don't beat all!"
i Mr. Gurney saw them, and,pressing his wife's
I hand, said, under his breath :
" Heleu, forgive me! I a ill never be jealous
i again."?Illustrated Weekly.
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The Sultan Going to the Mosque.
My advent to Pera was on Friday, the
Mohammedan Sunday, writes a correspondent
in Turkey. The great thiug
for outsiders on this day is to see the
sultan going in procession to his mosque,
an event which takes place at twelve
o'clock. As I was anxious to get a
glimpse of this important personage, I
: engaged a dragoman, and, in company
with a young English acquaintance, set
| off on horseback. We rode across the
! heights a mile or two, and down near the
i edge of the Bosphorus, to the sultan's
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! is known as the Palace Dolma Baghtche.
| The mosque to be visited on this occaj
sion was not more than 800 yards from
tjie palace gates.
On the grand square in front two regiments
of troops were drawn up at ease
on each side of the main road. They
were nicely uniformed, and ranged in
color from the light mulatto to the
swarthy Nubian. Thousands of people,
licli in Oriental dress, foreigners, beggars,
and peddlers wandered about
and waited for the spectacle. The
day was intensely hot. Ottoman soldiers
were everywhere, and little, stalwart
fellows they seemed to be. After
waiting for an hour there was a blast of
! trumpets. The troops all stood at attention
and presented arms. From out
the palace gates came a procession on
foot, consisting of the sultan's personal
suite, gentlemen in blue and gold. Following
them came the representative of
the prophet, mounted on a magnificent
| white horse caparisoned in gold and
j orange silk. The sultan was tne only
I person mounted. By his side walked
j the grand vizier and a score of minis|
ters.
1 saw in Abd-ul Hamid a spare man
| who looked every hour of forty. His
! face was sallow and feeble, muzzled with
[ black, cropped whiskers, and there was
j a general air of unrest and disquietude
| about liim. He wore a plain European
| dress coat, buttoned to the chin, and
j trousers long and strapped down. His
I fez was bright red and without decorai
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his breast liung a magnificent diamond
decoration. There were other orders
and a fair share of gold lace on the coat,
but in most respects the garb of the
sultan fell far below tljat of some of his
indifferent officers. He impressed me as
x young person who had come to a head
before Ids time. His glance was furtive,
and there was care and distrust behind
ail this pomp.
As the sultan advanced the troops
gave one prolonged shout at a signal.
A band struck up and fell in behind tire
procession. A body of household troops
followed, and in the rear were two
splendid lead horses and a fine closed
carriage to be used at will by the sultan
in his return to the palace. Custom requires
that he should return by a conveyance
other than that by which he goes
to the mosque, and nobody ever knows
which of the methods he will employ
until the time arrives. After the procession
had entered the gates of the.
mosque, a black-covered wagon drove
in, and I was told that iu this the sultan
would change his habit before entering
the mosque.
I observed that as the sultan rode by
every head was uncovered. His majesty
touched his brow from time to time with
liis right hand, but whether this was in
I deference to the respect shown mm, or
was some sort of religious observance, I
failed to'learn.
A Female Fagin. *
For many weeks Jersey City (N. J.)
shopmen who hang their goods outside
us an attraction to customers have
missed small articles. The larcenies
were not extensive, and they might have
been endured for months but for the accidental
discovery of the way they were
committed. A poor woman living onrthe
Heights found her ten-year-old daughter
in possession of a handsome new lace
frilled baby cap. The little girl, with
many tears, confessed that she had stolen
the cap from in front of Zubinski's Newark
avenue millinery store. She had
been induced to commit that and other
thefts, she said, by a Mrs. O'Neil of 115
Ninth street, who gave her a few pennies
for each article stolen. Mrs. O'Neil
had led astray many other young girls
in the same way, and she lived on the
j proceeds of their larcenies. The mother
! bade her daughter take the cap to Mrs.
1 O'Neil aud say nothing. She herself
went to Mr. Zabinski and told the story.
A warrant was procured and Mrs.
O'Neil's house searched. The missing
cap and many other articles which were
undoubtedly stolen were found there.
Mrs. O'Neil was arrested. Six young
girls were found who had been taught
by her to steal.
A Child Attacked by Horses.
A child only seventeeu months old,
the son of a family named Keister, living
about seven mildfc from Oshkosh, Wis.,
was in the habit of running at liberty
about the house, barn and premises.
He was missed one morning for a few
moments, aud a cry was heard from him
in the direction of the pasture, only a
few rods from the house, in which was
a drove of several horses. His parents
found the child behind a small stone
pile, in a horribly mangled condition,
with the horses treading and stamping
upon him. He was carried bleeding and
almost insensible to the house. The
indications are that the child was kicked
and then pawed and tread upon by the
horses. Nearly the whole of one side of
the face was laid bare, and a furrow was
J left iu the skull, probably from a shoe
I cork. The other cheek was badly mutiI
luted, and a deep aud ghastly looking
j cut appeared 011 the top of the head.
I A mutilation near the eyes showed how
! near the animal's hoofs came to knock
j ing out those organs. Other parts of
the body were more or less bruised, ns if
j pawed and stepped upon.
FOR
ROYAL Oi
i. C., THURSDAY,
FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
Influence of Attractive Butter Parkntcs.
Many dairymen do not seem to understand
that dairy products, put up in neat
and attractive packages, will command
better prices and will make a readier sale
than when goods of the same cpiality go
j upon the market in shabby, soiled pack!
ages. A clean, nicely-made tub, firkin,
1 or box is, from its very appearance, a
j sort of guarantee that the contents have
; been carefully attended to, and that neat|
ness, cleanliness and goodness have not
been confined to the package alone, but
: that it is a fair representation of the pro;
duct within. And this is generally true
: in fact; for the man who sends to mar|
ket a poor and slovenly-made article is
: not apt to pay much attention to the
I package. The consumers of high-priced
butter are fastidious, and a loosely made
dirty package will often carry such a
i prejudice against the goods within as to
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|;iCYClil till CAUlflXUdl/iv/ii, Vf V i.w M
exemplified recently in the market at
Little Falls.
A gentleman who is very particular as
to the quality of the butter used in his
family, and who is always willing to pay
au extra price for a good article, went
upon the market and asked a dealer to
select for him somgtliing fine. The
dealer took him to the wagon of a butter
dairyman who had something of a reputation
for nice goods, but, on the particular
day in question, his butter was
I packed in cheap packages, badly soiled.
| On observing this the gentleman refused
to make an examination of the goods,
saying to the dealer that no matter how
line the flavor of the butter might be,
the impression, produced from the package,
would always make it taste nasty to
him, and therefore he would not purchase'it.
This is by no means an unusual
occurrence, and it shows the importance
of putting up dairy products in an attractive
style.
There is scarcely an article of food on
the market that requires such scrupulous
neatness in appearance as butter, in order
to command ready sales at good
prices. If wooden packages are used
those made from oak are the best, and*
should be nicely finished and strongly
hooped so as not to admit of leakage. A
leaky butter package is a nuisance, and
is entirely unfitted for keeping butter
sound for any considerable length of
time. Metallic packages are coming
ir.fr. neo orwl ftiav nvo ?in imnrnvemeilt,
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on the old coarse, -wooden tub. Now
that prices are ruling low, the greatest
attention should be given to putting up
butter in attractive form. Let the quality
be good, and see to it that the package
is neat, clean, and sweet, and in this
way an advance in rates maybe expected.
?Ritrctt New Yorker.
Home Matters.
Crullers.?One cupful of sugar, one
tablespoonful of butter, two eggs, one
cupful of milk, one quart of flour, two
teaspoonfuls of sea foam baking powder
and a little grated nutmeg.
Remedy for Inflammation.?It is
said that twenty minutes in the smoke of
wool or woolen cloth will take the pain
out of the worst case of inflammation
arising from any wound. No one need
die of lockjaw if this simple remedy is
resorted to.
Perfume for Gloves.?Rose leaves,
powdered, half an ounce; essence of
cloves and mace, each one dram; frankincense,
quarter of an ounce. Mix; put
a portion in a drawer with gloves, and
they will retain the scent for a considerable
time.
To Cook Oyster Plant.?Scrape and
wash it; boil in water, with a little salt
added: when soft cut it in pieces and
fry in butter, or else serve hot without
frying, but with ilruwn butter; you con
also mash them and form into cakes and
brown in butter; it will turn black if left
exposed to the air after the scraping or
when it gets cold.
Renovating Feather Beds ?Old
feather beds and pillows are greatly improved
by putting them on a clean grass
plot during a heavy shower; let the beds
become thoroughly wetted; turn them
on both sides. Let them lie out until
thoroughly dry, then beat them with
rods; this will lighten the feathers and
make them much more healthy to sleep
011. It removes dust and renovates the
feathers.
Fnrm Notes.
Potato Ground.?I consider the use
of fresh manure on potato ground as
dangerous to the crop. The grubs bred
iu decaying' barnyard manure are liable
to destroy the tubers if brought in contact
with them. Some kinds of potatoes
are more easily effected in this way than
others ; the early Rose is especially liked
by the grubs.
. Feeding Pigs.?You can't make%
Jieavy hog unless you first produce a
lengthy pig ; therefore don't try to fatten
your pig rapidly until you have first
grown him.
Plant Timber.?I advise farmers to
plant trees on all hilly and otherwise unprofitable
lands, and if too much til'able
laud has been cleared devote a portion
of that to timber. One cannot plant a
more profitable crop.
Nut Grafting.?Much is said about
improvement of fruits by grafting, but
we seldom hear anything about grafting
our native nuts. Try it. I would say
to my rural sisters, keep a roll of grafting
wax always on hand, and every spring
set a few grafts of choice fruits, nuts or
flowers. If grafting is not considered a
woman's work it is a pleasant and paying
pastime.
Phosphatic Manures.?Phosphatic
manures repay the growers of root crops.
A Test for Esren.
An egg is generally called fresh when
it has been laid only one or two days i11
summer, and two to six days in winter
The shell being porous, the water in th
interior evaporates, and leaves a cavity
"{ ?ATana o-rfpnt TIia voile of
Ui glCttlCI Ul icon J ?
the egg sinks, too, as may easily be seen
by holding it toward a candle or the sun;
and when shaken, a slight shock is felt
if the egg is not fresh. To determine
the precise age of eggs, dissolve about
four ounces of common salt in a quart of
pure water, and then immerse the egg.
If it is one day old, it will descend to the
bottom of the vessel; but if three days,
it will flo t in the liquid. If more than
five days old, it will come to the surface,
and project above it in proportion to its
increased age.
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JULY 5, 1877.
FUNERAL OF A PRINCE.
IIow the Heir Apparent to the Throne of
Hawaii was Buried.
The Detroit Tribune prints a letter
from Honolulu, giving an account of tlie
funeral of Prince Leleohoku. The writer
says: This young prince was a model of
physical beauty, and his life gave hope
of future stability to the government,
but the temptations of his rank were too
i strong for his resistance. He became an
| easy prey to disease, in which a native
; medicine was fatally administered by a"
native doctor, or kahuna, without the
knowledge of his regular physician, who
had pronounced him convalescent. The
; Tribune had a notice of the late eruption
of Moku-weo-weo, the 14,000 feet high
crater, which shot up a column of smoke
and fire 1,000 feet higher than itself, but
broke an easy passage into the ocean
near Kealakekua bay, famous as the
place where Captain Cook was killed.
This eruption, by native superstition,
presaged the death of some high chief,
and when Eanaina, the aged father of
the late King Lunalilo, died, a general
_# <imi J.'t A.ii nt /.I
cry 01 " xiiere, uian 11 ten you i i allowed,
and now that " I told you so !" is
repeated. In olden times the bones of
the kings were thrown to the Goddess
Pele in the lake of fire everlasting in the
crater of Kilauea, and it is generally believed
that the royal mausoleum is a
grand storehouse of magnificent empty
caskets, whose occupants have gone to
]oin the bones of their ancestors. Yesterday,
the State funeral brought all
Honolulu aud much of the population of
this island of Oahu out to pay an honest
respect to the young prince. The procession
marched '2,000 strong?cavalry,infantry,
English men-of-war's men from her
British majesty's ship Fairtome, firemen,
societies, schools, etc. Minuto guns
from the punch bowl fort, 800 feet above
the town, were answered by the minute
guns of the war ship in the harbor.
No splendid catafalque, with champing,
richly caparisoned steeds, bore him to
the tomb, but loving hands of a benevolent
organization of Hawiian laboring
men drew the usual hearse. And as its
slow way went onward, ever and anon
some.loud voice broke the stillness in an
ancient dirge or an extemporaneous
chant in praise of the dead. The number
of spectators is estimated at 8,000.
Forty years ago, when I was but a child,
rma r?f fiia liinrVi rlitxl of. nifrljf A
wail of indescribable mournful violence
circumvolved Oaliu. Men and women,
old and young, even children, burst out in
every key in the compass of the Hawaiian
language. The death was most unexpected
; therefore, as soon as the sound
of the first wail rose in the palace yard,
every hearing ear took up its wild
cadence, sending the tidings around the
then thickly populated island into deep
mountain valleys aud by the villages
near the sea, with the rapidity of sound.
The sleeping awoke to wail and murder
sleep until day, aud all that day the wailing
continued. This was a part of heathenism.
What a change ! Our prince was
a member of St. Andrew's church (Episcopal),
and, so far as known, not a
heathen performance marred the coni
sistency of his burial. The power of
the Gospel aud its consequent civilization
was never more marked in its manifestations
than in this funeral of Prince William
Pitt Leleohoku.
Thoughts for Saturday Night.
Glory is so enchanting that we love
whatever we associate with it, even
though it be death.
Gifts are as gold that adorns the
temple; grace is like the temple that
sanctifies the gold.
True gladness doth not always speak ;
joy bred and born but in the tongue is
weak.
Nations and men are only the best
when they are the gladdest, and deserve I
heaven vheu they enjoy it.
prefer?" The czar: "If you please, a
couple of sides, a pair of wings, a brace
of legs, the neck, breast, thighs, and 1
tail-piece will do, but no sauce." Table
in an uproar, especially on the part of i
John Bulb ]
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THE 1V1LD HUMOR OF THE PLAINS.
How Mr. Jack Slade Puoinhrd Jul*m Hurx
for Undermining liia Reputation.
Riding past the -wicked city of Cheyenne,
and just before we come to Laramie,
on the Union Pacific, writes a correspondent,
we stop at Robbers' Roost,
one of the old overland stage stations
between Denver and Salt Lake.
It is here that they will tell the wonderful
stories about Jack Slade who superintended
the stage line in '60. Jack
Slade was considered by every one in
this region as an A No. 1 man?a killer
and a stabber, whose honor had never
been tarnished by missing a man he intended
to kill. The crowning glory of
Jack Slade's life was when, after killing
his thirteenth man, he finally killed
Jules Burg, from whom the town of
Julesburg on the Union Pacific took its
name.
" How did Slade happen to kill Jules
Burg ?" I asked a ranchman with a red
face, teasel like beard ahd greasy buckskin
jacket.
44 Well, this Jules wan't no good man
like Jack anyhow," he commenced.
44 Jules hadn't killed anybody to brag of
anyway?only a few immigrants?and
he hadn't no business foolin' around tlio
Roost, anyway. We all told him so, too
?told him Jack was a good man. and
told him he'd better look out about pouriu'
drinks over his shoulder when Jack
liquored. Now, Jack, he was a generous
sort of man. He didn't care how
many men Jules killed?he wasn't jealous.
But every time Jack let daylight
through one of the boys, Jules would
go rnopin' round the Roost, jealous like.
But Jack could have stood this if
Jules hadn't lied about him. He said "?
"How did he lie about Jack?" I
asked, becoming excited.
"Why, he rode over to Laramie one
night, Jules did, and slandered Jack?
told the Salt Wells boys that Jack hadn't
killed no thirteen men. By the great
horned steer ! wasn't Jack mad, though,
when he heard about Jules undermining
his character ? Wfth't he ?"
"What did he do?"
"Why, what could a man do when
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111S Honor 3 UtCiVCU r .Lie jco ncui vu
shootin'. Tlie next time he caught Jules
at Laramie he went for him, but Jules
got the drop on him, and thunder and
ligbtnin'! Jack had to ' take water.'
But that was not the end of it. No, sir!"
" Did Jules and Jack meet again ?"
" You bet they did. Jules went up
to the old Antone Runnels' ranch on the
North Platte. Runnels was Jack's right
bower, you know, so he and some of
Jack's drivers got Jules drunk and tied
him to a post in the corral and sent to
Robbers'Roost for Jack. Lord, how
Jack dew for Runnels' ranch ! He rode
night and day, killed two horses, and
when he got there Jules was still tied to
a post. A8 Jack rode up he drew out
his pistol and commenced tiring. Every
time before firing he'd say : ' Now,
Jule8, I'm goin' for your left knee,'and
fire 'cordin'ly. Then he'd pop an arm,
then the end of his nose, and, in fact, he
shot all around him and through him,
and over him and into him, till Julcs
looked like a skimmer. Jack would
shoot a spell and then come into the
ranch and take a drink with the boys,
and come out and make Jules drink
and"?
" But how could Jules drink with so
many bullet holes in him ?" I inquired.
" Well, he did drink, aud the whisky
'd run right through the bullet holes.
Jules Burg refuse to drink ! Why, the
first thing I expect to hear in the next
world will be Jules Burg's voice sayin' :
' I say, Montie, did'nt you bring a canteen
of old Robbers' Roost with you ?'
But about the shootin': After Jack had
shot twenty-two holes through Jules he
walks up to him like a Christian and cuts
his ears off, and takes 'em down to hi
Monks' saloon, in Cheyenne. We boys
all go down, too, an' by the great horn
spoon ! you ought to seen the joke Jack
got on Si Monks!"
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" WIUH WUSU, iUUUlltJf X
"Why, after liqnorin' a few times,
Jack asked Si how many drinks he'd set
up for Jules Burg's ears."
" ' Jules Burg's ears !' says Si. ' Why,
for Jules Burg's ears I'll liquor everybody
in Cheyenne.'"
"'It's a go,' says Jack, and he
slapped Jules' ears down on the bar, and
Si Monk had to liquor for all the boys
in town.."
" Aud what became of the ears ?"
"Well, Jack Slade traveled around
with them ears, getting drinks on 'em in
Virginia City and Montana till the dog
gone railroad came through and a biled
shirt marshal had him arrested."
"Was Jack ever hung?"
'' Yes, they hung him over in Montana.
His wife rode thirty miles on horseback
to shoot him, but"?
" What did she want to shoot him
for ?"
"She wanted him to 'die with his
boots on,' an' when she got in too late
and found Jack hadn't died with his
boots on, it broke her heart. She went
out and shot seven barrels into a crowd
of Chinamen, jumped, on to her horse,
and that's the last we ever heard of Jack
or Sue." And the old ranchman knocked
the dust off his pipe, looked up, and remarked
:
" I say, stranger, don't you think it's
'bout time to irrigate ?"
English Domesday Book.
The "Domesday Book" of England and
Wales has at length appeared, and when
its true character has been recognized,
will create an unusual amount of social
and perhaps political interest. It is a
nominal roll of every man in England
who possesses an acre of her soil, covering
every grade of proprietorship, from
the duke of Northumberland, who possesses
in a single county 181,000 acres of
soil, yielding on an average nearly ?1 an
aero; or the duke of Devonshire, with
83,000 acres in Derbyshire alone; to
the retired tradesman, who talks of the
"grounds" of an acre and a half surrounding
his Middlesex or Surry villa.
Every man who has a copy can tell at a
glance how much land the neighboring
magnate, or his own rival in the county,
or the new purchaser who has just called
on him, possesses of the soil, and what
the amount of his rent-roll would be if
it were unburdened, both stated with
official accuracy and clearness. The
book shows that less than 43,000 persons
are landowners in England in the
political sense of the word.?Spectator,
He is the best gentleman that is the
sou of his owu deserts, and not the
degenerated heir of another's virtue.
"When a true genius appears in the
world you may know him by this sign?
that the dunces are all in confederacy
against him.
He seldom lives frugally who lives by
chance. Hope is always liberal, and
they that trhst her promises make little
scruple of reveling to-day upon the
profits of to-morrow.
Always win fools first. They talk
much; and what they have once uttered
they will stick to ; whereas there is
always time, up to the last moment, to
bring beTore a wise man arguments which
may entirely change his opinion.
Darwin says that we are less dazzled
at the light at waking, if we have been
dreaming of visible objects. Happy are
those who have dreamt of a higher
vision. They will the sooner be able to
endure the glories of the world to come.
Oh, poverty! or what is called a reverse
of fortune! Among the many bitter ingredients
th<*i hast in thy most bitter
cup, thou hast not one so unsupportably
bitter as that which brings ns in close
and hourly contact with the earthenware
and huckaback beings of the nether
world. Even the vulgarity of inanimate
things it requires time to get accustomed
to ; but living, breathing, bustling,
plotting, planning, human vulgarity is a
species of moral eptcacuanna, enough
to destroy any comfort.
.Female Education.?Keep as much
as possible in the grand and coir m >n
road of life ; patent educations or habits
seldom succeed. Depend upon it, men
set more value on the .cultivated minds
than on the accomplishments of women,
which they are rarely able to appreciate.
It is a common error, but it is an error,
that literature unfits women for the everyday
business of life. It is not so with
men. You see those of the most cultivated
minds constantly devoting their
time and attention to the most homely
objects. Literature gives women a real
and proper weight in society, but they*
must use it with discretion.
"What He Will Take. ?John Bull i
and the rest of the great powers around
the table, to the czar: "Your imperial <
majesty, what part of the Turkey do you 1
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Montenegro.
They rose to where their sovran eagle sails ;
They kept their faith, their freedom, on the
height
Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and
night
Against the Turk ; whose inroad nowhere scales
Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails,
And red witn blood tue ureeceni rc?i? irwu
fight
Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone
(light
By thousands down the crags and thro' the
vales,
Oh, smallest among peoples! rough rock-throne
Of freedom ! warriors beating back the swarm
Of Turkish Islam for five hundred years,
Great Tsernogora! never since thine own
Black ridges drew the cloud and brake the
storm
Has breathed a race of mightier mountaineers.
?Alfred Tennyson.
Items of Interest.
Young folks grow most when in love. It increases
their sighs wonderfully. *
Don't rely fdt success upon empty praise.
The swimmer upon the stream of life should
1x3 able to keep afloat without the aid of blad
Hora.
A boy having been told "that a reptile was
an animal that creeps," on being asked to same
one on examination day, promptly replied " a
baby."
A man in Weston, Bio., fired in the dark at a
man who was stealing nis corn, and the next
day the county sheriff was around with his arm
in a sling.
A man in Wilmington filled a sprinkling pot
with benzine, and dampened the carpet in nie
parlor with it, as a protection against moths.
Gas generated by the benzine caused a
violent explosion, killing two women who were
in the apartment.
The keen torture which the simple postal
card is capable of indicting was illustrated by
the ono sent to a young married man in the
uv>per social circles of New York, containing
the folio * ing message ; "I will return your
wife's corn scraper next Tuesday."
A woman in England read a notice in a newspaper
that her husband, from whom she had
been separated for seventeen years, was lyinj?
ill in a Han Francisco hospital. She hastened
thither, and found he had been discharged.
She continued the search, found him, and they
were reconciled.
Ia an Illinois court of sessions, recently, a
man was sentenced to the State prison for five
years and six months. The six months was for
stealing a horse, and the five years were added
by the judge, under a suspicion that the culprit
was the man who first suggested to the gov|
ernment the idea of the three-cent silver piece.
The young men of Maysville, an Ohio village,
being inclined toward economy, bought a large
quantity of cloth at a wholesale price from a
manufacturer, and had it made into clothing
for themselves. The uniformed visitor is surprised
by the sight of so many men dressed
exactly alike, and is led to believe that he is in
some fcocialistic community.
The most notable office-seeker at the White
House for several weeks has been an ancient
colored person?eighty-seven years are his?
whose credentials affirm that he has been
bitten by three different snakes, shot four
times, in the breast, legs and arms, and otherwise
miscellaneously mutilated. He wanted to
I do ' light sweeping" around the President's
I house. x
A new dodge has come to light in London.
A venerable person attired like a clergyman
walks about m a dreamy way. a book in his
left hand, an umbrella partly open in his right.
a *?11 ^ Lao Knnn s)i
Tliiri reverena louiuug uujcu^, n ?
covered, is a center around which vouthfnl
pickpockets gyrate, and jewelry, watches,
purses, etc., stolen by them are dropped into
the umbrella without any suspicion being
excited.
Old Time Turks.
I saw a battalion of TurkiSf! volunteers
the other day which is just leaving
for the Caucasus, writes a Constantinople
correspondent. This battalion has
been organized by one man at his own
expense. He pays, feeds, clothes and
equips the men, and will only cease his
expenditure for this regiment when it
actually embarks for the seat of war.
Such things do not cost so mjiph here as
in America. This man has equipped and
rationed for two weeks 870 men for about
$35,000 in gold, but the money is worth
more here than in America, and shows
the patriotism of an old Turk. Another
Turk, who is a hero in the hearts of the
people, is the Bashi-Bazouk chief who
has had command of the irregulars who
have so far resisted the Russian attacks at
Batoum. This man, Ali Pasha of
Chourouh Son, when a boy of thirUen
went with his father to take the Russian
Fort St. Nicholas just over the border,
during the Crimean war. The party
surprised and massacred the garrison by
night, having scaled the walls by means
of their swords stuck into the walls for
i ladders. He seems to be a fit son of
j such a father, reveling in blood and
j holding his Thermopyla against the
fiercest assaults.
Bijali Soothes a Lost Child.
No human being in this big world can
equal Bijali in soothing a lost child.
, When the reporters got down they found
that some of the officers had been vainly
trying for an hour to quiet a four-yearold
boy who was temporarily lost to his
distressed parents.
" Here, gimme that young 'un," demanded
Bijah, as he finished sweeping.
"Now, my little cherry-blospom-angelbirdie
- loaf-sugar-strawberry-shortcake,
cuddle close to this loving breast and let
me rock and sing. I'll have you asleep
in ten ticks of a brass watch, and bimeby
your dear mother will come rushing
in and pallidly disclaim : ' Where, oh I
wli-ere is my lost darling Fitznoodle I'
Now let me sing."
And he sang:
" Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
The stars are out to-night, love ;
The pen is mightier than the sword,
, And 111 bet on the Russian army."
The boy died?no, he fell asleep. He
had to fall asleep or die, and he slept.
It wasn't five minutes before he was laid
away on an old overcoat to dream of
being suffocated bj the dust while crossing
the Campus Martius. ?Detroit Free
Press.
The Caterpillar.
We hope every farmer will take good
care to keep down the caterpillar. For
the past two years we have been troubled
less than formerly and with a little care
now we can keep pretty clear of this pest
in our orchards. A long pole with a
brush on the end is one of the most convenient
things to use. Some take the
trouble to dip the brush into kerosene
or crude rock oil which makes a little
more complete work. It will pay to
destroy all nests on the wild cherry trees
along the road. The more you kill this
yearthcile88 you will have next? The
Ploughman,